“You threw water on my fire when I was looking for gasoline.”

I’m afraid someday my words will run out so I spend every waking moment trying to capture the human experience in purple prose.

I want you he says but you are not mine, She smiles and she says I am not his either, I am my own.

I took my demons put them in a jar and kept them on the highest shelf so that you could never touch them.

You smile brighter when you think no one is looking.

I call myself a poet but I don’t have words to describe that feeling that I get in the pit of my stomach when your hand brushes against mine so purposefully accidental.

If he was the flame then I was the moth and I would burn with a smile on my face.

I have mastered the art of smiling when all I want to do is scream.

Maybe in another life, you say but I am stuck loving you in this one.

Our paths crossed and our stars did too.

He was a wildfire burned bright and fast and free.

‘We need to talk’ – A four-word horror story.

My words are my weapon they are sharper than any sword.

Would you come undone with me?

It happens in the quiet when that buzzing in the back of my mind fades out and I can’t do anything but simply feel.

You and I are sand in an hourglass and I can feel our time running out. But baby for you I would turn this world upside down just to start all over again.

Our galaxies collided and still, I loved you despite the destruction.